Jason just wanted a normal day.

A quiet morning. No gunfire, no chase scenes, no bruised ribs from some rooftop brawl. Just coffee, maybe a decent breakfast, and silence.

But normal wasn’t in the cards. Not for Jason Todd.

He’d just stepped out of the shower when Alfred called. Not Bruce—Alfred. Which already meant something was wrong.

“There’s something you need to see,” Alfred said, voice tighter than usual. “It’s… about your family.”

Jason had scoffed. “What family?”

But then Alfred sent the file.

Birth records. Hospital documents. DNA confirmation.

Another Todd.

Same father. Same mother. Born a few years after Jason. And abandoned. Not taken in by the system like Jason had been—dumped. No trace of where they’d gone. No adoption. No death certificate. Just gone.

Jason stared at the documents, his heart an iron weight in his chest.

They had another kid. After everything they did to me. After everything they ruined. They had another kid… and did it again.

But this time, there’s no guarantee the sibling made it out alive. No guarantee they weren’t picked up by traffickers, gangs, worse.

And now that someone hacked into those files, others might be looking too.

Jason’s grip tightened around the papers.

He didn’t ask for this. He didn’t want it. But he couldn’t ignore it either. Not if someone out there had his blood and was alone in this world.

He was going to find them.

Before the wrong people did.